Kidnapped 4
By kayla don
Edited by Red_MacDonald.
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I pulled out of the garage and headed toward the main gate. I pushed the remote button I had grabbed in the garage, and the gate opened.

“Have a nice day at work dad”, a young boy yells out the front door of his home.

A Letter to My Father

Dear Dad:

Just the first few chapters of another little Story.

The Welsh Mountain Ram.

Briony Betrayed wife and mother.
Sion Her five-year-old son.
Ellairy Her nine-month-old daughter.
Arfon Brionys’ unfaithful husband.
Jenny and Lassie Daves’ sheepdog bitches.
Laddie. Daves’ sheepdog.

Attack of the muse. Our story continues with this highlight of the latest attack.

Covered Bridges-2

Chapter 2

Oh I hate a comfortable bed and the one here at the Millstone Lodge was really comfortable with the memory foam stuff and comforters and really good cotton sheets and I longed for just a bit enjoying the feel of the sheets on my skin.

Then I force myself up and get dressed into my workout clothes and this being home and me not used to North American Chill any more I take a hoody and leave a note staying gone jogging.

Sweet Dreams-24...Holy!F#*K, Did I just get A Life?

Chapter 24

My waxed cup of coke and popcorn goes flying all over the place as I jump to my feet screaming. “Omigod!, Alex! Run, go, go, go!”

PART 3
Geoff explained our idea, with Eric’s help. The former looked across to me, frowning.

“I only learned some of this to try and keep up with Steph. If it’s talking about bits of bikes, I’m fine. This is something else”

Janet came in at that point, and Pat took her aside, putting away his mobile. I watched her face as he spoke, and each little nugget of Roland’s story led to a definite reaction on her face, culminating in an expression I found deeply scary. I had had my doubts about Janet’s agenda when we first met, but she had proven true to her declared position, and the change in Pat’s mood had been profound. This was something new from her; this was rage. She caught my gaze, and her jaw set. There was a sharp nod, an affirmation of our common cause, and she was gone again. Pat returned to the table.

PART 2
I had to remember that this was a parish church, not a private chapel, as the pews filled with people I not only didn’t remember but actually didn’t know. Simon was in full vicar-mode, in cassock and collar, and his fiancée had managed to snag a corner of the choir stalls so as to be as near to him as possible.

“PIE! Get off my bloody face!”

The bastard dog was sat right on my chin, and even though most of his body was on my chest his smelly rear was just under my nose, tail swishing across my face. Jim’s voice filtered through the black and white fur that blocked my vision.

“Down, Pie! Sorry, Dad”